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 8. huh? As in What? As in I don’t get it. As in emptied out but not refilled. As in bower movements for headlines. You mean who rests beneath? Or the hammock of can’t walk now. No coffee. No prison is. No lime tree. Pissoir in the dawn hours. Moody not the same as temperamental. Someday the paper will be custom-fit to us. But not the world. Envelopes of ash. 20,000 body parts found. One-fifth by sifting through the Fish Kills Landfill. She has several parts of him but wants more / as much as will make him whole again as possible. But without the breath / spirit / soul? What remains more and more that is less and less of him: ringed finger, troublesome tooth that is just some truth. And after hours in the after-hours while the inked paper is run drying through the rollers isn’t her despair the white space white night? Isn’t that it? Huh? ...

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